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Today, You’re the Luckiest Boy on Earth

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11 December 2015

Oh, my poor boy is laid up in bed, thanks to your skateboard stunts. Now, you’re confined all summer long with not one, but TWO, broken arms! No worry, I’m at your side to nurture you back to perfect health. We’ll have you all healed up in no time!

But, what’s that? A boner standing up under the bed covers?? Oh, dear! We hadn’t thought of that! What in the world are you going to do all summer long with no… well, no way to take care of it? Don’t worry dear… after all the wonderful times we’ve had together over the past few years, I couldn’t possibly let my boy suffer like that. I have just the answer.

I’ll disappear just for a minute, then return in my bathrobe… with something special for you underneath. Do you mind if I lie next to you?

There, dear, let me treat you to a REAL handjob, using my best technique: the perfect pressure, my soft hands, and my gentle words whispered in your ear. More than that, I may find myself really moved by the experience and shared moment myself… and when it begins to seriously turn me on, I know I’m going to keep going until I milk you completely DRY.

Tara seems to operate from the philosophy: “An Erection Wasted Is an Erection to Be Mourned”. In countless of her vids, “we” sport boners that MUST be properly soothed away … by her, of course (or by us, at her direction). In this case, with our two broken arms, the Boner Problem has reached crisis level: DEFCON 5, Red Alert. We can’t jerk ourselves off! — oh no, what can we do? Stand up and rub it against a bedpost or something?

Nah. Tara’s here, with her relatively modest dress that still can’t help exposing that mind-blowing cleavage, her cocked-eyebrow sense of humor at the situation, and — this is key — her exquisite feminine practicality. A problem is discovered that requires a no-nonsense solution.

She comes back swathed in the Red Robe. (Oh Tara. Red is your color, and never mind the injunction against red for Spurs fans.) What follows is what I’ve come to call: “Tara Time”. Tara Time is when we’re prone on her bed, and she slides and snuggles up against us, propped up on her elbow or resting her head on her hand, her whole body in the camera’s frame. (To see what I’m talking about, look at the gif for the clip “Let Me Comfort You”, just to your right, under the You Might Also Like section. Hm, I don’t own that one yet …) Tara Time is best time for me. When she gets in that position, man, I just lie back in my couch, going “Yessss, THANK you”. Perfection … up-close and personal.

As for the rest, it’s just another manifestation of TT’s psychological grip on our deepest desires. Unconditional love. Pleasure without challenge. All of it precisely executed by one of the most beautiful women in the world.

Something else, though: forgiveness for male idiocies. Well, first, there’s the amusement part (i.e., the first part of this video). Sure, the women in our lives make us endure some I-told-you-sos, but I’ve always marveled at their forgiveness. In my own life I’ve endeavored to deserve that forgiveness. Though I must say some of this is probably age-based: if, in my forties, I broke my arms while skateboarding, my wife or girlfriend would behave rather differently. “Figure it out, jackass!” looking at me as if I were insane, muttering under breath as she leaves the room, “UnbeLIEVEable!”